A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Harry watched Rogge getting further and further away on the magic carpet, until his figure merged into the sky and turned into a black dot that was out of reach.

His heart was filled with ups and downs and thoughts were flying. On the one hand, he was surprised by Rogge's decisive refusal. On the other hand, Harry has an obsession and desire for his prefect deep in his heart.

His head glanced at Dumbledore from time to time, trying to find the answer to the new school year from his kind and calm eyes.

At Hogwarts, the selection process of prefects is based on the opinions of the Dean and classmates, but the final approval power is firmly in the hands of the Headmaster. Over the years, Dumbledore had always signed the list submitted by the deans without hesitation and never seemed to have any objections.

However, everything is different this year. For the first time, Dumbledore vetoed Professor McGonagall's proposal and did not appoint Harry as Gryffindor prefect. In addition, he would promote Ron Weasley as prefect of boys. This decision will definitely shock everyone after the school starts.

However, in Slytherin, the situation of prefect selection is completely opposite. Although both he and Snape believed that Rogge was qualified to be a boys prefect, his appointment was completely rejected by the person involved.

As for Rogge's reasons, they sounded reasonable, but made several people feel that they were very perfunctory.

Harry secretly sighed in his heart, the status of prefect brought not only glory, but also a series of privileges. Such as wearing prefect badges, using dedicated bathrooms, and assisting professors in managing other students.

Rogge regarded these as floating clouds and gave up without hesitation. If the prefect's box had not been damaged by someone, he might have given up even more.

While he was struggling with the prefect issue, Rogge had already returned to his manor, intending to take a good rest there. As soon as the magic carpet landed in front of the manor's fountain, the house elf Chacha hurried over, with obvious anxiety on its face.

"Master." There was a hint of urgency in Chacha's voice, and she pointed with trembling fingers at the same short figure behind her, "The goblin Rocopic of Gringotts is here. He said that someone is planning to kill you."

A sharp cold light flashed in Rogge's eyes, but then a calm smile appeared on his face. He used a slow tone to try to calm Chacha: "Chacha, go clean the magic carpet."

"Kreacher, I allow you to make a choice now." He turned to Kreacher, not eager to ask for the details of the news brought by the goblin.

Although Rockbeak is his friend, the blood of goblins flows in his bones. The goblin clan is known for their greed and their innate desire for wealth.

The reason why it hurriedly came to report the news was probably because it hoped to gain some great benefits from the news. You can’t expect fairies who love money as much as their lives to give up their fiery Galleons in pursuit of benevolence, justice, and propriety, right?

Kreacher raised his head, his big eyes embedded in his aging face shining with unusually bright light. Its thin and wrinkled hands clutched its own medal as tightly as a goblin clutching a money bag.

"When you came to the Travis family, you asked me to cut off your head with my own hands when you were too old to move." Rogge said calmly, leading them to the ornately decorated living room in the main building.

The wall on the right side of the living room is covered with precious cultural relics from all eras, all of which Jessica purchased through Muggle art dealers. Satisfying psychological pursuits is not the main purpose. The main purpose is to help museums around the world relieve warehouse pressure.

On the walls, heavy shields and daggers from the Rogge Empire hung quietly, as if telling the glory and battles of the past. Below them, two fully armored knights were neatly placed, as if they were ready for the next expedition.

Next to the weapons and armor is a tall glass case displaying manuscripts by unknown artists.

For example, the Leonardo da Vinci manuscript obtained from Florence, the Copernican heliocentric manuscript found in the Warsaw archives, the Shakespeare manuscript purchased from a London bookstore... On the bookshelf next to it, there are more bronzes, porcelain, jades, calligraphy and paintings. Classics.

Jessica couldn't appreciate these Far Eastern works of art, so she packed them up and sent them to the manor.

Rogge had heard from asset manager Thompson that they had discovered Michelangelo's "Pieta" in a basement in Rome. After Jessica learned about it, she immediately took action and moved the statue to the villa on the Thames River overnight. She even threw Donatello's "Saint George and the Dragon" onto the estate just to make room for Michelangelo's work.

He turned and walked to the left, where there was a huge fireplace built into the wall. Even though summer is here, the fire still burns brightly and the scent of cedar and white grass fills the air. There is a huge plaque on the upper right side of the fireplace, hanging the dragon head he chopped off during the Triwizard Tournament.

Kreacher's eyes fell on the dragon's head, his eyes full of envy. How it hopes that one day it can hang its head on it and become a part of the glory of the Travis family. Even though its owner has changed, its obsession remains the same.

"Kreacher." Rogge's voice rose a bit, bringing Kreacher's attention back to reality from his reverie, "Now, with kindness and generosity, I grant you this honor."

Kreacher's ears waggled happily, and his eyes shone with gratitude and excitement. It prostrated deeply on the ground and kept kissing Rogge's feet, expressing its loyalty and gratitude to its master. Chacha watched all this from the side, with an urge to go up to the wall in her eyes.

"However, you can also choose to put your own badge on it." He smiled gently, and with a tap of the wand in his hand, a row of plaques specifically used to hang badges appeared on the wall, each one exquisite And unique.

"Remember, you can only choose one or the other, head or badge." Rogge's voice was firm and clear, indicating that there was a place for Kreacher here.

Kreacher fell into a deep tangle. He stared at the row of blank walnut panels, and he was unconsciously confused, as if he was imagining how his badge would look like hanging on the wall.

"Chacha, prepare some refreshments for our guests." Only then did Rogge turn to the neglected Rocopic, whose nails had been broken off from waiting.

"Rocopic, we haven't seen each other for a while." He handed the goblin opposite a cup of fragrant hot tea and said tentatively: "I heard that someone in the magic world wants to take my life? It's really regrettable. Who doesn't? Know that I, Roger Travis, am the best wizard."

"Whether they are werewolves, goblins, centaurs, mermaids, or even squibs and Muggles, they all find me kind and friendly." Rogge sighed softly, with a hint of resentment in his tone, "I write to them every year Letters, and gifts for Christmas. You know, even the house elves at Hogwarts receive decent clothes from me.”

Rocobic smiled awkwardly, agreeing with Rogge's self-evaluation from the bottom of his heart. It believed that those of its compatriots who attempted to kill Gringotts's most important client were being extremely shameless. How could you harm the interests of Gringotts for your own selfish reasons!

After all, if anything happens to Rogge, the Galleons in his vault will no longer grow, and may even decrease year by year. When he thought that those golden Galleons might be given away by himself, Rocopic was sweating profusely and restless.

"To be honest, Rocopic, I have no idea who I offended. Is it because I'm too handsome? If being handsome is a sin, I admit that I am unforgivable." He shook his head and said in front of the other party Pacing back and forth, "Or are the Death Eaters trying to kill me?"

Rocobic almost blurted out due to Rogge's sudden question, but the goblin's greedy blood calmed his brain while it was boiling. It's about making a fortune selling information, not being a philanthropist whose head is eaten by a troll.

"Sir, it's really hard for me to answer this question." Rocopic pretended to be embarrassed, and at the same time, his hands moved quickly on the table, putting food and tea into his bag one by one, "What I know Yes, someone is ready and planning to take action in the next few days.”

Rogge was silent and did not respond immediately. He leaned back on the sofa and slowly sipped the Longjing tea in his hand. The originally slightly anxious atmosphere in the living room suddenly became quiet with his movements. Only the ticking of the pendulum clock and the sound of Kreacher rubbing his badge broke the silence.

"Make a price, Rocopic." He smiled and decided to go directly to the topic, "We are all old friends. I understand the nature of goblins, and you also understand my wealth."

"Tell me everything you know and the price you want, and we'll talk about whether the deal is worth it."

"Sir, I..." Rocopic was about to speak.

"Shh." Rogge put his finger in front of his lips, signaling Rocopic to listen to him first. "Before you make a formal quotation, you need to have a comprehensive understanding of your customers. Moreover, you only have one chance to make a quotation. ”

The expression on Rocobic's face became complicated. It seemed that he couldn't understand where Rogge got his courage and confidence. Does he really think that he can survive the attack of 100,000 snake-men without any information about him?

It sneered in its heart and began to feel that its preset price should be higher.

Rogge did not explain, and then warned Rocobic: "Once your offer fails, I will ask for information through other goblins. You know, as long as the galleons are enough, the goblin's mouth will be as loose as cotton."

When Rocopic heard this, the contemptuous smile on his face immediately disappeared and was replaced by a serious expression. It realizes that its message, while valuable, is not unique.

"You also participated in the construction of this manor, using the best materials and applying comprehensive magic." Rogge shook his wand, and an exquisite model of the manor appeared on the table.

"There is a warning spell on the outermost edge, which is comparable to the spell in the Gringotts vault." He pointed his wand at the fountain in front of the main building. "The water in this fountain has a special anti-thief effect and can wash away the magic spells of wizards who enter the main building. Medicine disguise. This is what you stole from the underground waterfall."

Rocopic nodded, not caring about stealing from his own people. How do you call stealing something that belongs to one of your own? Of course he is aware of these protective measures, and even knows that apparation cannot be used here.

"Sir, your enemies will definitely be able to come in." Rocopic said with a firm voice, "As long as 1 million...not 3 million Galleons, I will tell you the news about those people. Your safety is the greatest dignity and Luxurious, just 3 million galleons, it’s not worth mentioning to you.”

Rogge didn't care about Rocopic's price. Anyway, if he was doing business with goblins, he would lose 30% even if he cut the price in half.

In fact, the other party's confident tone allowed him to grasp the clue. The entire manor's defenses were fully deployed, but it was strange that the enemy could still come in. They definitely didn't take the main entrance. The only places left were heaven and earth.

A sly smile flashed in Rogge's eyes. He sighed deliberately and said, "Rocopic, what you said does make sense. However, 3 million Galleons is too much."

He paused and then said, "Well, last year I added an extra defense. Come take a look at this and then we'll discuss the price."

"It's my honor to serve you!" Rocobic bowed cheerfully, followed Roger with a small jump, and walked towards the backyard.

They passed through the library and the Magical Animal Breeding Center by the artificial lake, and came to a newly built rockery. Although this rockery is only five or six meters high, it is well designed with many mountains, valleys and dangerous peaks.

Rocopic seemed to vaguely hear the roar of the dragon. It looked around nervously, but found nothing, thinking that it was hallucinating.

As Rogge stepped into the cave, the torches on both sides automatically lit up, guiding their steps deeper and deeper. Unconsciously, their bodies are getting smaller and smaller. But since the relative proportions had not changed, Rocopic was not aware of the anomaly.

As the sun slanted in through the cave, the roar of the dragon echoing in the valley became more obvious. Rocopic looked into the distance, looking at the rolling mountains and the birds flying in the sky, feeling like he was being transported to another world.

"This...is here?" Rocopic looked at Rogge, his eyes full of doubts.

"We are still in the manor." Rogge smiled and explained softly, "This is the rockery. I made some small changes based on the breeding house made by Professor Newt."

"Small change?!" Rocopic couldn't help but scream, pointing at the flowing clouds above his head, "Impossible, you must be lying to me. The sunshine here is natural, not a sun shaped by magic."

"Is there a possibility..." Rogge reminded with a smile: "This place is connected to the outside world."

"Tong...tong?" Rocopic repeated the word in disbelief.

"Of course. You know the traceless expansion packs? They can be opened to connect to the outside world. The rockery is the skin of the money bag, and the top is the mouth of the money bag. Where we just came in, you can think of it as a pinhole or a bug eye."

Roger didn't explain in depth. Without the ability to infinitely increase the level of spells through the panel, he would not have been able to successfully open up such a space.

He activated the dragon-binding ring and looked at the distant mountain peaks, as if waiting for something.

"There...are there dragons...dragons?" Rocopic's voice trembled, and his legs couldn't help but tremble.

Every goblin has seen the terror and power of the dragon. If they didn't blind the dragon's eyes, they wouldn't dare to enslave such a powerful creature and let it guard the underground of Gringotts.

"Don't worry, Laihe is very kind." There was a trace of regret in Rogge's eyes.

He didn't expect that Rocopic had no idea of ​​the existence of the dragon-binding ring, which was a magical tool once made by the goblins. In just a few hundred years, they have completely forgotten the skills and glory of their ancestors.

He secretly sighed in his heart: "The Ministry of Magic is doing a really good job."

There are dragon-binding rings around the neck behind each head of Laihe. It is completely unable to escape Rogge's control and can only peacefully be a house dragon and part-time nanny.

Feeling Rogge's call, it flew slowly following the guidance in its mind. Behind it, there are a group of newly hatched dragon babies.

The 16 dragon eggs brought back last year successfully hatched 13 baby dragons. The failed eggs are all in the Rogge bag, ready to be fried when the time comes.

"My noble, benevolent and powerful master, your powerful, shrewd and fearless three-headed dragon Laihe is here to report." Laihe flatteringly sent a congratulatory message before he flew in front of Rogge.

But the moment it landed, its wings suddenly vibrated and its body suddenly lifted up. The young dragons behind them were completely unable to stop themselves and rushed towards Rogge and Rocopic.

Lech's eyes shone with human pride and a hint of revenge. These little guys are not bound by the dragon ring, and they will definitely not obey Rogge's orders. Even if you can't give the owner some color, you can still ask the owner to help treat these disobedient young dragons.

It secretly thinks: "I may not make a profit, but I definitely won't lose."